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Subject: {ASSM} Kimberly's Lunch Hour (MF,rape)
Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 22:10:03 -0400
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Kimberly's Lunch Hour (MF,rape)
by Philip Harris
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Kimberly's Lunch Hour (MF,rape)
by Philip Harris
"Miss, I'm afraid I have to arrest you for obscene
display."
Kimberly awoke with such a start that she almost exposed
herself as she got up, remembering just in time to clasp
her hand across her chest in order to hold her unhooked bra
to her.
"But officer, I'm not naked, I'm still wearing my
underwear," Kimberly argued. It was such a beautiful day
that the temptation to sun bathe had been too great.
Kimberly often went for walks during her lunch hour, and
she especially liked this park, far enough away from her
workplace that no other coworkers would be found here.
"I'm not the only sunbather here Officer," Kimberly
pleaded. She was trying to reach behind herself and re-
hook her bra with only one hand, but that was proving
impossible. "I'm just in my underwear, the same as a lot
of other girls are."
"None-the-less Miss," the policeman said, "you're inciting
arousal in public, and that's an illegal pornographic act.
You'll have to come with me."
"Inciting arousal? But I'm not naked!"
"You are in a licentious state of undress. Your top is
almost removed entirely, and your underwear is pulled down
off your hips."
"I'm just trying to get a good tan, to get rid of tan
lines," Kimberly said, but the policeman looked at her
impassively. He was obviously some hard-assed religious
type, uptight about the human body.
"Well give me back my clothes so that I can get dressed,"
Kimberly said.
"These clothes are evidence Miss. I'll give you a blanket
to wear when we get to the police van."
And so Kimberly had to parade across the public park in her
underwear, holding her bra cups to her chest while a
policeman carried her clothes behind her. The police van
was parked on a street near the far corner of the public
park. The policeman unlocked the door in the back of the
van and Kimberly climbed up and took a seat on one of the
hard metal benches.
The policeman climbed into to the van with her, locking the
door behind them. He unlocked a metal locker beneath one
of the benches, took out a course green blanket, and locked
Kimberly's clothes within the locker, along with his gun.
Then he spread the green blanket on the metal floor of the
van.
"There's a blanket for your comfort," he said.
"Why did you put it on the floor?" Kimberly asked, suddenly
frightened with realization.
"Don't be stupid," the policeman said, "I'm giving you an
opportunity to avoid the embarrassment of arrest."
"But Officer I'm married, I can't do that."
"Which would you prefer: to settle this all here, right
now, or to have your husband, children, relatives,
neighbors and coworkers all hearing about you being
arrested for public pornographic acts?"
"This is completely illegal," Kimberly said. "This is
completely illegal. Give me back my clothes; I'm getting
out of here." Truly panicked, Kimberly's voice had raised
to a scream.
"Go ahead and shout," the policeman said. "Nobody pays
attention to noises coming from a police van." He began
unbuckling all of his police gear.
"I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to do this,"
Kimberly said.
The policeman removed his baton from his police belt. It
was long, narrow, smooth, and jet-black, with a handle on
the side. He suddenly thrust the baton between Kimberly's
legs, striking the metal seat with a loud clang. He then
slid the end of the baton until it pressed hard against her
pussy through Kimberly's underwear.
"Ah, ah, ah," Kimberly screamed incoherently in a high
voice. She'd never been so scared in her life.
"You choose how you'd rather be violated," the policeman
said. "It can be with this hard police baton if you'd
prefer it that way. With the baton first, I mean."
He was pressing the baton very hard against Kimberly's
pussy; she had no doubt of his ability to forcefully
penetrate her right through her panties. She'd snapped her
legs together tightly, but his baton was already pressing
into her.
"Show me your titties while you're thinking it over," he
said, keeping his baton pressed hard where Kimberly could
not refuse it.
She took her arm down from across her chest. "Show me!" he
insisted, and Kimberly, in tears now, removed her bra.
"Play with your nipples while your thinking things over,"
he told her, "and spread your legs."
Kimberly spread her legs apart, and he pressed the baton
against her much more gently. She brought her fingertips
to her C-cup breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Not like that," he told her, "stroke them. Pinch from
just behind your areolas and stroke outward, like you're
milking yourself."
A man shouldn't presume to tell a woman how to play with
her nipples, Kimberly thought, but she did as he
instructed.
"I'm a married woman," Kimberly pleaded. "I've never been
unfaithful."
"But you've wanted to be," he said. "You were having very
sexy thoughts while you were sunbathing there in the park,
weren't you?"
Kimberly, sitting on the metal seat, forced to stroke the
nipples of her exposed breasts while a long, smooth,
always-hard shaft pressed her panties into her pussy, said
nothing.
"Don't you sunbathe because you like feeling horny? You
lie there and fantasize about being raped, about a strange
man pulling off your panties, yanking off your bra and
sliding his cum-loaded cock into your pussy."
He took the baton threat away from her now, placing the
weapon beside himself on the seat across from Kimberly.
Then he reached between her legs and pulled aside her
panties, looking at the open juiciness of her pussy. He
inserted an index finger into her pussy and began finger-
fucking her, while Kimberly sat spread-legged and continued
to stroke her nipples.
"Isn't that what you think about while you're laying
outdoors in the sun?" he asked. "You think about fucking,
don't you?"
Kimberly didn't answer him. He finger-fucked her faster;
Kimberly could hear the gush-gush of her wetness.
"That's all you ever think about, isn't it?" he demanded,
"all you ever think about is fucking!" His finger was
giving Kimberly a very thorough workout. She felt very
aroused, but still far from orgasming.
"Are you ready for the blanket now?" he asked, finger-
fucking her harder to coax her answer.
Kimberly nodded her head yes.
He removed Kimberly's panties when she stood up
momentarily. By the time she was lying on the blanket she
was completely naked for sex. It was true, Kimberly
confessed to herself, that she enjoyed being naked. That's
why she sunbathed in her underwear in the park; it made her
aroused to think about her public near-nudity. She wished
that she could sunbathe naked all the way.
He only took down his pants.
He flopped his cock, half ready, in Kimberly's face. She
caressed it with her right hand, stroking it just inches
from her face while he pinched and pulled inexpertly at her
nipples. This was the closest Kimberly had been to a man's
cock since she got married--a man other than her husband,
she corrected herself.
She felt a surge of lust despite the terrible
circumstances. She'd thought about cheating many, many,
many times. God she needed good fucking! But she had
promised to remain faithful.
Well she had no choice now, did she? She looked at the
cop's pink, circumcised, smooth and thick cock, at his
balls, fully loaded and ready to fire. She was being
forced to accept this cock. Soon it was going to fuck her,
cum in her; those balls would empty semen into her, making
her a taken woman; but she was blameless because she was
being forced to do all of this.
Kimberly began sucking on the cop's cock. He hadn't really
forced her to do that, but she was dying to know about its
taste. It tasted . . . different . . . and the same.
Different from her husband's cock, but also the same--a
cock taste. Still it was a new cock taste, new to her, and
its fragrance and taste and hotness made Kimberly very
horny.
There's nothing I can do about this, Kimberly thought, so I
might as well accept it and . . . . She couldn't bring her
self to confess enjoyment, but she knew that being fucked
by this cop was going to give her something she'd needed
for a long, long time.
His cock now fully hard, Kimberly stopped sucking it, and
spread her legs in submission. His body weight felt good
when it pressed upon her. And oh yes his cock felt
wonderful when it entered her. That wonderful, long-denied
felling of new penetration!
There were no great fireworks when Kimberly came, but she
did orgasm, and her orgasm was very satisfying. It was a
simple fuck by a simple man, but his cum was inside her now
and she felt good about it, not guilty or angry.
Kimberly felt no guilt about this, no guilt at all. She'd
been raped. But she knew what this meant; this feeling of
satisfaction afterward; it meant that from now on Kimberly
was going to screw around. She'd been faithful for many
years, resisting cheating although she'd desperately needed
it, but from now on Kimberly was going to give her body
what it needed, whenever it needed it.
The policeman/rapist gave Kimberly back her clothes,
telling her sternly that she was lucky he'd been so nice to
her and not arrested her, and that if she ever told anyone
about this he would deny that it happened while he was on
duty and would insist that it was consensual--and
furthermore he would claim that she was a pro hooker and
had done it for money.
Kimberly didn't care. She didn't care about him at all
now. She dressed quickly and hurried away, planning what
lie she'd tell the office to excuse herself for being late
back from lunch. Kimberly didn't care about the cop. He'd
given Kimberly more freedom than he knew. From now on she
was going to screw around. From now on there were going to
be a lot of cocks for Kimberly.
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The author appreciates comments at pharris_online@yahoo.com
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